Madam Rouge slowly stepped forward.
The terrifying aura of the demonic matriarch made even the fearless Beast Lord, Hu Yanlie, instinctively tense his muscles.
She walked slowly down the line of men, trailing a long, sharp, crimson-painted fingernail across their chests, assessing the goods.
She stopped in front of Gu Zhiwei.
She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing.
"Too bright," Madam Rouge sighed dismissively, waving a hand in front of Zhiwei's strobing golden aura. "He looks like a walking lantern. My girls prefer the shadows. He would give them a migraine during the act. Reject."
Gu Zhiwei let out an offended, highly indignant gasp, his golden retriever pride wounded.
"I have excellent ambiance!" he whispered furiously, before Ji'an kicked him in the shin to shut him up.
Madam Rouge moved to Lu Jianheng.
She tapped her nail against his jaw.
